Okay, I'll call you the day before, bye now.” I hadn't drove a block when my cell phone rang. I pulled to the side of the road and answered it. “C...ad's Carpentry....Hi Dawn, what a coincidence, I just hung up with Hazel a couple minutes ago.....No, I didn't know that, she sure doesn't look that old.....Plastic surgery, huh....I don't know, they felt natural to me.....Yeah, they're bigger than usual, but so are yours, and you told me yours were natural, didn't you?.....Calm down, I didn't say. Once the services was headed, and people left, it was just Erin and me. I was leaving the next day, taking the late bus. I went for a walk to give Erin space and time to grieve. I lost track of time and must have been gone foe too long, as Erin called me to come back. We watched videos and looked at pictures. I drank for the first time in years. I did it to honor Tom. I didn't notice how much, but knew I was tipsy, as we talked about c***dren. Tom was excited to have them, but his work left. I moved andslid around in the slippery stuff. I threw the covers off and afteradjusting my panties rolled onto my back. I looked down between my bra, thepanties were dark with the wetness of my cum. I reached down and verycarefully peeled them off, careful not to spill a drop. I balled them up andtucked them under my pillow. In the dim light I could just make out thetime. It had only been twenty minutes! I climbed out of bed and reachedbetween the mattress and the box spring. I pulled out the. "It was just a few days before he was to visit Madame Tara's house once more, and face the assertive Ginger maid. Marcia pampered him in the warmth of the shower; he had been allowed to please her to fulfilment during the past night, and she soaped his weary balls gently. Even the bathroom now bore elements of his artistry; he had been welcomed to many women's homes through advertisement by Marcia and was increasingly popular in their feminine society. Though he was in his element, when a guest.